For a moment, Fleo was taken aback by the guild hall.  It was a little worn around the edges, certainly, but it both looked like and gave off the vibe of a place both a home and a business.  She didn't have long to look around, though, as she was approached by an individual almost immediately.  Fleo found that she had a tough time describing this person, as if their features were perfectly fluid, everything and nothing at once.  She couldn't even tell what gender the person was, which put her slightly on edge.  When that individual identified as nothing less than the Guild Master, Fleo was momentarily stunned.

Then, her surprised expression melted into one of joviality.  [color=C2B280]“My name is Fleo Plector, from Nepenthe.  I'm a wizard and have traveled a long way to be here!”[/color]  From the way she said it, Fleo obviously relished the aforementioned travel, rather than hating it.  [color=C2B280]“I'm here to become a part of your guild, if you'll have me...Master?”[/color]  She held out a bandage-swaddled hand to shake, and though her hand jittered in a somewhat nervous fashion, it was obvious from her earnest expression that she was fully committed to this act.